Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: My Fourth Day as a Malignant Spirit~

Back in familiar surroundings and guarded by her own Master, Chu Yu finally let down her guard. She collapsed onto her bed, leaving only a faint “Master, wake me up before dark” before falling into a deep slumber.

Qin Mian was startled. She immediately stripped her disciple’s clothes to examine her condition. Her face darkened significantly when she saw the upper body almost entirely wrapped in bandages. For a moment, she felt a surge of resentment toward her eldest disciple—why had he let Chu Yu face the enemy alone without fully investigating the situation?

She suppressed her displeasure and unwound the bandages. Seeing that the wounds had been evenly coated with ointment and were already healing, she finally let out a long breath. The visible injuries were merely flesh wounds; the real issue was the severe depletion of qi and blood. If not nursed carefully, it could damage her foundation permanently.

After forcing two bottles of high-grade tonic elixir down Chu Yu’s throat, Qin Mian tucked her in and stepped out of the back room with a grim expression.

Her six other disciples were standing in the courtyard as a form of self-punishment. The Eldest Senior Brother was the first to speak: “Master, how is Junior Sister? Are her injuries serious?”

Qin Mian said nothing, her gaze sweeping across the six of them. “Did I not say that every mission requires at least two people?”

“Master, it is my fault. I should have gone with her,” the Third Senior Sister lowered her head.

“Eldest Brother is injured; as the Second Brother, I should have accompanied her. It’s my fault,” the Second Senior Brother added. The others followed suit, heads bowed in guilt.

Qin Mian closed her eyes. She knew Chu Yu was exceptionally talented—the last to join, but the strongest of the seven. She had grown accustomed to letting Chu Yu handle the difficult tasks, which inadvertently led the others to believe their Junior Sister was invincible.

“I am also at fault. The greatest mistake lies with me,” Qin Mian sighed. “Starting today, two will stay to guard the house while the others travel to neighboring towns. If you find spirits, deal with them; if not, duel each other. No slacking. Chu Yu has finished her June missions; the September and December tasks are all on you now, regardless of difficulty.”

After dismissing them, only the Eldest Senior Brother remained.

“Master, after you left, I performed a divination,” he said tentatively. “The hexagram shows that Junior Sister’s fate has become intertwined with another existence. They are influencing each other.”

“Another existence?” Qin Mian narrowed her eyes. “Not human?”

“If my art is correct… it is the powerful foe she encountered,” he said, looking confused. “Yesterday, my first divination showed a malignant spirit slaughtering people—a bloodbath. But in the second reading, the image shifted completely; it showed that same ghost setting hundreds of souls free. Master, I don’t understand how the result could flip so drastically in such a short time.”

Qin Mian’s brow furrowed. Was this person—or entity—a part of the prophecy, or a variable that would change it? “Do not divine things related to Chu Yu lightly; it benefits neither of you. From now on, only seek vague directions. The future is not to be peered into casually.”

…

The police were somewhat slow, but by the next day, Wen Qingyun had gathered enough information through her own means to track the human traffickers. Using the “Skynet” surveillance system as a guide, she tracked their van to a specific county district.

Finding one person among hundreds of thousands was hard for the police, who had to worry about alerting the target. For Wen Qingyun, it was simple. She drifted into the area on the wind, grabbed two local malevolent ghosts, and showed them the traffickers’ faces.

“The first one to find them gets this,” she said, holding a small black stone made of condensed yin energy. To her, it was a 1% loss of energy; to a localized ghost, it was a ticket to freedom from their territorial bounds.

Within thirty minutes, a female ghost led her to a specific apartment door. Wen Qingyun didn’t kill them immediately—remembering her deal with the Taoist. Instead, she dragged one of the four traffickers into a nightmare to sift through his memories.

After gathering the necessary info, she manifested herself in a classic “vengeful spirit” look: a red dress and a pale, bloody face. She appeared directly in front of the first trafficker. He blinked once, saw her pitch-black eyes, and fainted before he could even scream.

How useless. If he’s this afraid of ghosts, how did he have the guts to trade in human lives? Does he not fear the souls of his victims?

She turned to the second one, choosing a subtler approach. She turned invisible and repeatedly tapped his shoulder.

“Don’t bug me, I’m finishing this smoke,” he muttered. When the tapping continued, he spun around to curse, only to find the room empty. Then, the tapping started on the other shoulder.

He began to panic, swinging an ashtray in the air. His shouting drew the other two. “Are you crazy? Shut up before the cops hear!”

Wen Qingyun let the ashtray pass through her and continued tapping shoulders—left, then right. Soon, all three were in a state of hysteria. The lights flickered and died.

Tap, tap, tap— The sound of high heels approached.

“Who is it? Boss? Don’t scare us!”

The second trafficker, driven mad by fear, bolted for what he thought was a door. He ran straight out of a twenty-story window.

As he fell, the sensation of agonizing pain screamed through his body. He wasn’t dead yet; he lay on the pavement, unable to move, feeling every fracture, every internal rupture. He wished for death, but Wen Qingyun ensured his consciousness remained sharp to feel every second of the agony.

Suddenly, Wen Qingyun realized something. Did I… maybe… promise to meet Chu Yu at the cave before sunset?

She checked the clock. It was 9:00 PM. She slapped a quick “horror illusion” on the remaining traffickers to keep them occupied and raced back.

…

Half an hour later, Wen Qingyun appeared calmly at the cave. Chu Yu turned to her with a deep, unreadable gaze. “I’ve been waiting here since 4:00 PM,” she said flatly.

“Oh. Did you bring what I wanted?” Wen Qingyun asked, extending her hand.

Chu Yu handed over three jade bottles. Then, she produced a tracking talisman drawn in her own blood. “Wear this so I can sense your location.”

“Real-time location?” Wen Qingyun frowned. “No way. Then you’d know where I am every second. What if you call for an ambush?” She tossed the talisman into the fire. “Give me something else.”

Chu Yu: “…”

“What kind of talisman will you accept?”

Wen Qingyun thought for a bit. “One where I can choose to tell you where I am.”

“So, I only know if you tell me?”

“Yes. I’ll pick a time, tell you my location, and it’ll be valid for one hour. If you don’t receive the signal or can’t make it, that’s on you.”

“And if I agree, you won’t kill?”

“Correct.”

“Fine. Take this.” Chu Yu handed her a smartphone. “It has a SIM card and the usual apps. I am the only contact. Message me when you want; I’ll be watching 24/7.” She also handed over a charging cable.

Wen Qingyun stared at the phone. Did she have this ready? Was the talisman just a joke?

Actually, the phone was Master Qin Mian’s idea. After hearing Chu Yu’s report, the Master had told her to try and befriend the ghost that was immune to her blood.

Wen Qingyun opened the phone. No password. One contact. She checked the banking app.

“The accounts are in my name,” Chu Yu added. “I’ve linked a bank card. The password is six eights. You can choose between a bottle of blood or 10,000 yuan.”

Wen Qingyun scoffed. “Only children choose. I want the blood and the money.”

“There’s only 50,000 in that card.”

“Then transfer more,” Wen Qingyun said, regaining her momentum. “You almost dissipated my soul yesterday. You scared me. I want 5 million yuan in compensation.”

“I don’t have that much,” Chu Yu said, looking troubled.

“Not my problem. I want 5 million in that account by dawn, or the deal is off.”

Chu Yu’s eyelid jumped. “You’re being unreasonable.”

“Believe what you want.”

Chu Yu sighed. “One night isn’t enough. Give me two days. I’ll get the money.”

Wen Qingyun was pleased. “Since you’re following the rules, I’ll give you two days. Now, what were you doing tonight? I smell blood on you.”

“Oh, I found some traffickers and played with them.”

“Did you kill them?” Chu Yu’s hand tightened on her knee.

“They’re still breathing. Since you’re being cooperative, I’ll give your ‘human laws’ a chance. But if the law doesn’t satisfy me, I’ll punish them my way.”

Chu Yu visibly relaxed. “The law will give a just verdict.”

…

The fall from the twentieth floor had brought the police. Miraculously, the man wasn’t dead. They rushed him to the hospital and raided the apartment, finding two delirious men and one unconscious one.

The one who woke up was so terrified of the “ghost” that he confessed everything—names, locations of students they sold, superiors, and hideouts.

A female officer, eager for a promotion, gathered five colleagues and three cars to head out immediately. She calculated they could reach the village mentioned in the confession by dawn.

Wen Qingyun saw the police cars approaching the village. She texted Chu Yu: “COME QUICKLY.”

Chu Yu, who had just borrowed 3 million yuan from her senior sisters, didn’t have time to sleep. She hopped on her sword and flew to the village. When she arrived, she saw a chaotic scene.

“The police are kidnapping our wives! Help!” “They’re hitting people! Record this!”

Six officers were surrounded by a mob of villagers. People were filming with phones while others swung clubs at the police.

“This is your law?” Wen Qingyun appeared behind Chu Yu. “Do you think these people will be punished?”

Chu Yu bit her lip. “They just don’t have enough people this time. They’ll be back.”

“When? By the time they come back, the ‘wives’ will be hidden or moved.”

“They can call for backup. They’ll have more people here by sunset,” Chu Yu said firmly. In her world, the authorities were efficient.

“Heh,” Wen Qingyun laughed. “Want to bet? If they manage to take the victims away by sunset, I’ll waive today’s three bottles of blood. But if no one is taken away by then… you owe me double the blood. Deal?”

“Deal,” Chu Yu agreed without hesitation. It wasn’t a remote village; backup should only take an hour.

Wen Qingyun’s smile widened. She really doesn’t know, does she? She doesn’t know that ‘maintaining stability’ and ‘avoiding public outcry’ are the favorite tools of certain leaders.